The worst birthday I've had, I think, was my 21st. It happened at a time when we were having a lot of family issues. There was a death in the family right around our birthday that year, as well as other things. It was more than that, though, because 2002 was a difficult year generally.
The singular good memory I have from that birthday was our uncle taking my sis and me (plus my younger cousin, and youngest brother) to the movie theater and we all watched Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron. It was a beautiful movie, and one I felt deeply connected to.
As I don't have any pictures of me from my 21st birthday, I chose this one, from about six months later. It's very posed, and though they are my own clothes, I'm supposed to be dressed as someone else.
It was a very painful time to be myself.